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As a certified life coach who was trained by the extraordinary Martha Beck; as a speaker, a blogger, a fashion stylist and a former heavy metal vocalist—I’d like to think I know something about manifesting a little badassery.Learn More
The Unconventional does the unexpected, bucks the status quo, turns up the volume. I help the Unconventionals make the most of their fabulous selves so that they can rock out their badass plans.
Some Unconventional Musings
So I’m sitting on a lovely beach in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands; all by myself, getting my ocean zen on, and minding my own business. I notice this guy walking down the beach. Huh, I think. He looks kind of like Sawyer from LOST. Nice. He passes by in front of me, and says ‘hi’. I say hi back. As he passes I sigh, looking at my flabby middle aged tummy in my bikini and wishing it didn’t look so much like a flabby middle aged tummy. Ah well, it is what it is, back to the surf, sand and sun. Not long after, Sawyer comes back up the beach and this time he stops and starts chatting with me. Am I from here, where am I from, what have I seen since I’ve been here…we have a conversation like people do when they are chit-chatting about life. I tell him my daughter is coming down to join me next week, and that I was disappointed that my husband couldn’t get enough vacation time to come along with me. Not long after this, he asks me if I might like to have dinner with him sometime. Like the ‘real’ Sawyer, what a cad! I turn him down gently and off he goes back down the beach…my day MADE! I am happily married and have no desire to have a sordid tryst of any kind, but damn if that wasn’t good for the old ego. The last time a guy hit on me was probably about 10 years ago and he was—no joke here—around 80 years old. I find it so...Learn More
So let’s out the elephant in the virtual room—I’ve gained some weight. I know damn well if I’m looking at recent photos of myself and cringing, you are all thinking to yourselves, “Huh, looks like she’s gained some weight there…” And I realize that’s the kinder response. I could say it’s the angle, I could say I look better in other photos–but a fact is a fact. I’m not going to lie, it sucks. I would love nothing more than to practice what I preach to everyone—be happy with who I am, beauty is skin deep, love myself and my body, blah blah blah. So feeling like a sham compounds the icky feeling I have about my shape. Isn’t that fun? I write this not to get pity, not to have someone say, “Oh, you look great.” I don’t really know why I’m writing this except for the fact that I felt like it needed to be written. I can make lots of excuses about it. I’m going to name them now because it makes me feel better to tell you so you can nod your head and forgive me for assaulting your eyes, that is if you even give a shit. I left a much more active retail job on my feet for a desk/telecommuting job where I am always on my ass. As a writer, I am on my ass even more. A year-long foot injury compounded with a hysterectomy didn’t exactly make it very possible to move my ass for quite a while. We may as well add on the fun fact that I’m not getting...Learn More
Like everyone else in the world, the death of Prince shocked and saddened me. Living in Minneapolis, the blow is especially hard. My sister texts me, “You knew him, right?” It dawned on me then that people outside of the cities must think that all of us Minneapolites were his friends, which I think is partly what made Prince so special. His love of this city and where he came from made people around this vast world think that all of his fellow neighbors were his friends. I did not know Prince. In fact, the only place I saw him perform was when I was in Miami at the ‘Purple Bowl’, where I managed to get nose bleed seats and watched his mouth move on a giant screen about a second before I actually heard his words. I even worked at the infamous First Avenue nightclub and I never saw him grace its presence, although I knew he did frequent the place during my time there. Seeing the world come together in mourning is an amazing thing. It makes you wonder why we feel so close and connected to someone most of us never even knew? I think it’s because these artists–especially musicians, because music is so powerful–create the soundtrack of our lives. We went to them in solace and celebration. Their music and words moved us to think about ourselves and come to terms with our emotions. Their powerful chords and beats resonated in us and made us feel; we literally had to move our bodies whether in dance, sways, or head bangs to fully experience it and ourselves. They...Learn More